The Mudcat Café TM
Thread #126200   Message #4090271
Posted By: Donuel
27-Jan-21 - 08:19 PM
Thread Name: Poems about Growing Old (and songs)
Subject: RE: Poems about Growing Old
“The ultimate horizon”

Please, remember me
Happily
By the passion flower vine laughing
With bruises on my chin
The time when
We counted every black car passing
By my house beneath the hill
And up until
Someone caught cold that wasn't a cold
With a cough, and fever,
A hospital
A vision too removed to mention
But


Please, remember me
Fondly
I heard from someone you’re still living
And then
They went on to say
That the pearly gates
Had some eloquent graffiti
Like ‘We’ll meet again’
And ‘Fuck the Trump’
And ‘Tell my mother not to worry’
And angels with their grey
Handshakes
Were always done with such abandon
And

Please, remember me
At Halloween
Making fools of all the neighbors
Our faces painted white
By midnight
We’d forgotten one another
And when the morning came
I was ashamed
Only now it seems so silly
That season left the world
And then returned
And now we’re fed up by the city
So

Please, remember me
Mistakenly
In the window of the internet and kitchen
Then pass us by
But much too high
To see the empty roads at early hours
Leave notes of wisdom not read
Just like the gates
Around holy places
With words like ‘Beats underground’ and ‘Don’t Look Down’
And ‘Someone Save Temptation’
And

Please, remember me
As in a dream
We were all raised like forest babies
Among the fallen trees
And fast asleep
Aside the weeds now taller than trees
That fell silently
Losing all their height
Gave a gift for tommorrow
In an empty canopy so new life cries
A new idea
That swings as high as any savior
But

Please, remember me
My misery
And how it cost pecious time
Those friends that love the rain
And chasing trains
The colored birds above, flying
In circles round the well
And where it spells
On the wall behind St. Peter’s
So bright with cinder gray
in spray paint
‘Who the hell can see forever?’
And

Please, remember me
Frequently
In the car waiting for others to finish
My hand between my knees
I was only free to dream
And said I am the unknown poet
But never meant to last’
The clowns that passed
Made me come up with anger
DC was filled with circus dogs
Filling parking lots
It had an element of danger
So

Please, remember me
Finally
And all my uphill musing
now sleds down the hill
But if I make
The pearly gates
I did my best to make a painting
Of evil and good
A boy and girl
An angel kissing a devil
A monkey and a man
An orchestra and choir
Filling the Earth
,an auditorium,
with old familiar songs.